Miss Doll: Task Day 11
Let me just start by saying that I do not like deepthroating things that are not cocks.
My toothbrush doesn’t pull my hair and pull me closer shoving itself down my throat. It doesn’t call me a good girl and slap my tear streaked face. And it isn’t thick and veiny and delicious. It just looks at me all smug-like, knowing it ain’t what I want. Thin peppermint stick of disappointment. But oh well. Daddy-O says deep throat something, and I did try to sneak a cucumber outta the kitchen but my moms watching that place like a hawk. (No one eats till she says so, ya know?). So toothbrush it is.
Loud you say, so I start inching it down my throat, back and forth trying to get into it. Maybe if I close my eyes? A little better, though not much.
But I’m no quitter so I start bobbing on it, letting it hit the back of my throat, getting a little drooly and teary eyed, gagging. Eyes closed I reach my hand down my pants to stroke my clit. That helps. I’m just inserting two fingers, show in ha toothbrush down my throat,
Then what happens? Knock knock!
Hey sweetie, you okay in there? 🤦🏻♀️
Yeah mom, just brushing my teeth. Lol.
Had to cut it short as she needed me in the kitchen.
Sorry for the terrible story, my dad makes a pretty strong rum and egg nog. Hope everyone’s having a holly jolly time. 💋💋
Love that you captured the “Yeah, Mom, I am OK” on audio. Pretty fucking funny to hear that. And that opening line “I do not like deepthroating things that are not cocks”. Are you flirting with me? Shame on you. LOL. Keep up the good work, honey.